oh blog, it has been toooo long! so much to tell the world of my followers about london! it sounds like a cult...my followers, the cult of kate.....a cult that believes in the magic of coffee and peanut butter, and truth, beauty, freedom, and love! yeah i stole my cult's basic beliefs form a movie? what? anywho, it is now october, so this girl has been driving herself into poverty for about a month now. i only get payed once every four weeks, so the poverty thing can be overwhelming to say the least. In other news, i love the fact that london is a by-way of travel, thus any of my lovelies flying through heathrow better be planning on visiting me on the way. Had a couple lovely days witha jetlagged friend from the states, passing though. I realized quickly that i have been taking the tube way to much because i cant fully negotiate my way though the city on foot, and might have gotten us lost on a wonder. Still i was proud that we found our way back to the flat, had some goodtimes involving lots of chinese food, stella, burnt oily pizza, passive agressive texts informing me that "this is not a youth hostel" and david duchovny. ummmmm what more could a couple of americans in london need? not much i tell you, not much.
Also anna and i have discovered notting hill and portebella market. It's overwhelming, but so good. Anna found sex-tastic red boots from a lady named claudia...whom we love, and we might have bought matching shirts....wait for it, they are going to blow minds! All together, notting hill IS like the movie....though hugh grant was definetly being elusive much. By the end of a couple hours we were so ready for a nap. I have not progressed from being an overstimulated child at the carnival....too...much.....stimula.......and done.

oh also i have seen some really bad theatre, whoa, i was shocked that people think michael redgrave is still worthwhile. harsh i know, but dont give the man a standing O when we wears wind pants to a public reading in which he is to play oscar wilde while using a predictable pattern of inflection in a bad stage voice! i was underimpressed, and dont care who he is related to. BUT< there was an amazing photo show at the national that same night which might have made up for it. All these famous actors allowed themselves to be photgraphed in the 30 minutes preshow, and damn are they ever good portraits. loved that, did not love the redgrave.
oh london, , oh london indeed.